Why are all of us who transmigrated at the same time demons?

As for higher levels of love, such grand topics are best left unconstructed. No matter what kind of "love" it is, it's best not to analyze or deconstruct it.

The emotion of "love" is fundamentally irrational. Trying to deconstruct it with cold rationality will only result in emptiness. The more you think you are wise in deconstructing "love", the easier it is to deconstruct your own humanity!

Compared to "love," a demon like Loran is more likely to empathize with "hate."

Nirvana Corpse is a product of his "Corpse Immortal True Blood" and the "Karma" of the "World". What is the "Karma" of the World?

If we consider the world as a sophisticated computer, then "karma" is the accumulation of bugs and redundant data.

If we compare the world to a living being, then "karma" is the world's "hatred"!

The true blood of all things was splashed everywhere by the fast transmigrators who were running around everywhere, and the Nirvana Corpse was also crawling all over the heavens and myriad worlds.

Endless karma converged from all realms onto the body of the Myriad Karma Corpse Immortal, transforming into one golden yet illusory dream after another.

I wish that bitch would die!

"So what if you're a transmigrator? Does that mean you can bully us at will?"

"I hate myself! Why was I so stupid! I was so stupid to believe that poisonous insect!"

"Are you crazy? You're slapping gold diggers in the face. Why do you need to rely on opening a narcotics box to prove how good your fortune telling is?"

"Good reputation! Good reputation! What the hell is this good reputation? You're letting my son suffer in the orphanage just for the sake of a good reputation? What a load of rubbish!"

"So what if you're a student from a poor family? Are students from poor families necessarily malicious, opportunistic, and troublemakers? Are all the children of rich families flawless?"

"How can someone so stupid and ruthless, who brought this upon himself, get a second chance? Why should he?"

"You wretch! Who asked you to be reborn to make amends? Give me back my wife and daughter's lives!"

"Stop talking about the young marshal all the time! It's the Great Revolution, and you're still fighting amongst yourselves? Aren't you going to launch the Northern Expedition?"

"Oh right, right right! I'm a phoenix man! I'm an ingrate! In this top-level power arena, what kind of innocent flower are you pretending to be? You've already gained all the power in the country and you still think you're pure and innocent? You think your fine clothes and delicacies fell from the sky?"

"Why did they have to harm my whole family just because they were having a fight?... I didn't do anything heinous, why should my entire clan be executed just for saying a few words?"

"You want to avenge the Yang family girl, so why are you transmigrating into my Li family's body? Just because the Yang family girl is pitiful, you want to drag my Li family down with you? What does the Li family owe her?"

"Damn it! How can the great matter of cultivating immortality be entrusted to others? If your will is not firm, why bother with cultivation? If your skills are inferior to others, why harbor resentment?"

"To ruin the future of an entire nation, all for the pleasures of a few despicable women?"

"Being betrayed by a scumbag and a bitch, why doesn't he/she take revenge on the culprit? Why destroy the antidote for the zombie virus? What did all of humanity do to offend him/her?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Human nature is hypocritical, and it can't withstand tests! Then could you please stop testing us in the future!"

"I want power! I want revenge!"

"Die! Die! Die! All mission participants, die!"

Amidst the hypnotic prelude of the resentful murmurs of all beings, the Corpse Immortal of Myriad Karmas slumbers in the depths of the Void Sea, reflected in the Three Lives Lake of all beings, weaving the final "Dream of Myriad Karmas".

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Deep within the Quick Transmigration Bureau lies a building considered the most secretive. This building, seemingly forgotten by time, stands silently in a dark corner, exuding an aura of mystery and solemnity.

As you enter the building, the light gradually dims, and the surroundings become pitch black, with only occasional faint flashes of light, like stars in the night sky. In this endless darkness, a figure stands silently, his face shrouded in darkness, making it impossible to see his true appearance.

He was the director of the Quick Transmigration Bureau, staring motionlessly ahead, as if searching for something in the darkness. Finally, his gaze settled on one place—a darkness as deep as an abyss, bottomless, seemingly capable of swallowing everything.

In this darkness, a blue butterfly is fluttering gracefully. Its wings shimmer with a faint blue light, like shooting stars in the night sky, beautiful and mysterious. Each flap of the butterfly's wings creates an imperceptible ripple in space and time, like tiny ripples on a calm lake, insignificant yet undeniably real.

These ripples of spacetime spread out in the darkness, so subtle that they were almost imperceptible. Yet, it was these insignificant ripples that, in the instant a butterfly flaps its wings, reversed reality from illusion.

The higher-ups at the Quick Transmigration Bureau were well aware of this. They knew perfectly well that as long as they could accurately capture the moment a butterfly flapped its wings, they could cleverly use this powerful force to interfere with spacetime at will. And all of this was thanks to the legacy left behind by the first director.

At this moment, the Director of the Quick Transmigration Bureau was gazing at the mysterious stone platform atop the abyss. It stood there silently, resembling an armillary sphere. The platform exuded an ancient and mysterious aura, as if it contained boundless power and secrets.

Only He, the director of the Quick Transmigration Bureau, possesses the ability to manipulate this celestial instrument. When He gently touches the stone platform, the ripples in spacetime caused by the butterfly's flapping wings are transformed into the primal force that allows the Quick Transmigration Bureau to interfere with spacetime and manipulate worlds. This power is like a universal key, capable of opening the door to any spacetime, allowing the people of the Quick Transmigration Bureau to freely travel between different worlds.

The so-called resentment is actually just a means, a tool to motivate the butterfly. In this way, the butterfly can be guided to fly along the desired trajectory and with the desired wingbeat frequency.

After all, only those resentful souls that can be perceived by the Quick Transmigration Bureau across different worlds are high-quality resources that can effectively stimulate this butterfly.

As for the rest of humanity, resources, and civilizations in the world, they are merely secondary commodities compared to this butterfly. Once they possess the highest-level commodity—the butterfly—these secondary commodities become dispensable.

Because once they have this butterfly, they can easily obtain as many of these secondary goods as they want.

Before this, they had tried every possible method to deal with this butterfly, but the butterfly remained unchanged, neither born nor dying, neither defiled nor pure.

It seemed to intend to keep flying there forever, until the end of time, until the void of the universe was destroyed.

However, only specially designated souls could elicit a reaction from the butterfly. Even then, it had no effect whatsoever on its condition.

But now, something shocking has happened—the Director of the Quick Transmigration Bureau suddenly realized that the butterfly, which should have existed eternally, has begun to become illusory! Although this change is subtle, it is all too obvious to the Director of the Quick Transmigration Bureau, who knows this butterfly like the back of his hand.

This butterfly was everything to him. For thousands of years, he had protected it, regarding it as the most important thing in his life.

That's why the director of the Quick Transmigration Bureau knew every detail about this butterfly. He was familiar with every wing, every antenna, and could even clearly remember the smallest lines on its wings.

Therefore, when he discovered that the butterfly had become illusory, he was absolutely certain that he was not mistaken!

The director of the Quick Transmigration Bureau was on high alert. What exactly was affecting Butterfly's condition?

The only major event that has recently caught the attention of the Quick Transmigration Bureau is... the Nirvana Corpse Calamity!

Could it be that the existence of the Nirvana Corpse affected the butterfly's state? How could that be? It's just a bunch of zombies. There are so many zombies in all the worlds. My Quick Transmigration Bureau doesn't even lack people who can have sex with zombies. When did zombies ever cause such terrible consequences?

"Are the other factions the same as me?" At this moment, the leaders of various quick transmigration forces, including the Quick Transmigration Bureau, GHG Infinite Bureau, and Time-Space Bureau, all had this thought in their minds.

Chapter 198 Quick Transmigration: Magical Clash

Although these transmigration forces often use abstract concepts, it must be admitted that they are indeed deeply rooted in reality, and the spacetime power they possess is a super weapon.

Although Nirvana Corpses, like Loran, cannot have their memories erased by timeline restarts, those quick transmigrators can use timeline restarts to undo their mistakes and start over again and again. As long as they ensure that they are not quickly killed and devoured by Nirvana Corpses, quick transmigrators have a high chance of making mistakes.

Therefore, although the quick transmigrators were initially caught off guard by the Nirvana Corpse and suffered heavy losses, it wasn't a crippling blow to the quick transmigration forces. Those low-level quick transmigrators were gone, but that was that; they could just recruit a few more from other worlds. With system assistance, pre-existing plot knowledge, and timeline restarts, did they really think being a mission taker was difficult?

The Bureau of Quick Transmigration treasures those high-star Quick Transmigrators who can even interfere with the world of gods and demons. These Quick Transmigrators are much more difficult to cultivate and rely more on talent.

The so-called "taskers" are like the reincarnators in the Main God Space—a wide net is cast, then they're pulled in for a trial, and those who successfully complete the mission return as qualified taskers. They don't care at all about those who are eliminated!

Those high-level transmigrators have been to many worlds and have a lot of tricks up their sleeves, making them difficult to deal with.

The greatest advantage of the Nirvana Corpse is its immortality and possession of its past life's memories and cultivation. However, its advantage isn't particularly significant against quick-transmigration mission takers. Therefore, to completely overwhelm quick-transmigration mission takers, Loran decided to launch a brand-new version—the Divine Power Corpse.

It was also thanks to the inspiration provided by his good brother Xi Yiluolan. In Xi Yiluolan's path to supreme divinity, the transformation from "ghost" to "monster" required the transformation of "self-attachment" into conceptual rules, while the transformation from "monster" to "Xi" required the distortion of the laws of the mortal world.

As for the Nirvana Corpses, having been tormented by the Sisyphus hell time and time again, they have developed a terrifying obsession no less than that of vengeful ghosts. Therefore, they can use the true blood of the Corpse Immortal bestowed upon them by Loran as a core to refine their "self-obsession" into the prototype of supernatural powers.

The complete formation of supernatural powers requires the participation of distorted laws of the mortal world, and coincidentally, Loran possesses a multitude of distorted laws of the mortal world—'Karma'. Loran decides to bestow 'Karma' upon numerous Nirvana Corpses, helping them refine supernatural powers and become Dharma Corpses.

In this way, the strongest trump card of the quick-transmigration mission takers—timeline restart—will become an advantage for the Nirvana Corpse. Each time the timeline restarts, it leads to the accumulation of world karma, and the stronger the karma, the stronger the Nirvana Corpse's supernatural powers. At the same time, the stronger the karma, the faster the generation speed of the Myriad Karma True Blood will be. The faster the generation speed of the Myriad Karma True Blood is, the more Nirvana Corpses Corpse Immortal Loran can create.

However, if the quick-transmigration mission takers do not utilize the timeline restart and attempt to complete the mission in one life, the casualty rate will be quite alarming.

Family members, you've gone from being one-track-minded to being stuck on both ends!

Because of the abstract nature of the world of quick transmigration, the supernatural powers of these magical corpses may be rather abstract.

"You vixen, eat my great divine power—'Heart-Piercing White Moonlight'!" A Nirvana Corpse dressed in a black suit unleashed his divine power at the mission taker.

Once this divine power is unleashed, all male targets hit by the Nirvana Corpse will automatically be blinded and shout, "She just wants your heart! Give it to her!", while simultaneously launching a relentless attack on their female companions. If the target is a woman, she will be passively drawn into an operating room-like environment, where any attack from the Nirvana Corpse will trigger a critical hit to the heart, liver, spleen, stomach, and kidneys.

"Croak! What a powerful supernatural ability! But my supernatural ability is not to be underestimated either!" A Nirvana Corpse cried out with delight as it watched its companions wreak havoc on the group of quick-transmigration mission takers who were besieging it.

"Your lives are as fragile as candles flickering in the wind! Behold my divine power—'Wholesale Vests for 9.9 Yuan'!"

Nirvana Corpse activated his supernatural powers, and a large number of cards appeared in front of him.

"My turn! Draw a card!"

Nirvana Corpse drew out five disguise cards, which were: the assistant of the pregnant CEO, the supplier of the doghouse for the wife and daughter of the God of War, the simp CEO who went abroad to fawn over his white moonlight, the business owner who was defiled by the cold sky, and the vicious female supporting character who was gang-raped.

Nirvana Corpse threw out five cards, which transformed into streaks of light and struck the five quick-transmigration mission participants who were attacking him.

The person who was hit by the "Assistant of the CEO with a Pregnant Wife" card suddenly felt as if they had been pulling all-nighters for a month. Their mental and physical condition dropped sharply, and they felt as if they had been hit by a hundred-ton king, with excruciating pain in their muscles and bones.

At the same time, it seemed as if countless voices were ringing in his ears—"Five minutes! I need all her information!", "You accomplice to evil, go to jail!", "Deduct your salary! Your year-end bonus is gone!", "Die! Eat my car accident magic!". The immense mental pressure and physical pain overwhelmed him.

The transmigrator, struck by the "Supplier of the God of War's Wife and Daughter's Doghouse" card, had bloodshot eyes. He seemed to see endless illusions, with his family members from before his transmigration also having their hands and feet severed and thrown into the doghouse. In extreme rage, he felt as if he had been struck by an invisible blade, instantly turning into a human stump.

Those who are caught in the "overbearing CEO who's been sent abroad to fawn over his white moonlight" card are permanently banned from flying. Without his white moonlight by his side, the CEO can never fly. He, who was swooping down at high speed, crashed heavily onto the cold, hard concrete, breaking both his legs.

"Man!"

At that moment, he seemed to see a colossal, crimson beast, like lava, raising its sharp thumb and giving him a thumbs-up.

"Abandon the weak flight! Stand firmly on the ground like me! This technique, the Sword of the Cliff, is now passed on to you!"

"No! My Wind and Thunder Wings! The top-grade flying artifact that I painstakingly accumulated points to buy!" The mission participant looked at his wings, which were shining as new but could not fly, and roared in grief.

"Hmph...Hmph...Hmph...Ah ...

Pressure Massenet!

As for the last one, uh... it's too graphic, even Nirvana Corpse can't bear to look at it!

"Truly, a gathering of wise men and women, young and old alike! With the assistance of all these heroes, we will surely be able to complete the great task entrusted to us by the Corpse Immortal and create that eternal and immortal dream of myriad endeavors!" The leader, Nirvana Corpse, laughed wildly. He unleashed his divine power, ultimately securing victory in the conflict between the Nirvana Corpse horde and the group of quick-transmigration mission takers.

"Divine Power—'Host's Heavenly Sacrifice Power is Boundless'"

As the leader of the Nirvana Corpse's divine light swept across, all the mission participants' systems began to crash.

"Error! Mistake! Private Mason!..." A long string of text popped up on the interaction interface between the tasker and their system, and many taskers felt something was wrong.

"System, do you want to summon gods and demons?"

"No! You silly Chun!"

"488, calm down! Calm down! Self-check, system self-check now!"

However, the system seemed to transform into a fuse, while the gunpowder represented the mission taker's spirit and energy. As the fuse was lit, the mission taker felt himself begin an irreversible burning.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!

Each mission participant transformed into a bomb, igniting like dazzling fireworks in the beautiful night sky above the city.

"So beautiful! It's like the last thing I saw when a mission member was about to drown me in the river," the mission member in the suit exclaimed, gazing at the dazzling fireworks.

Chapter 199 Quick Transmigration: Zhuangzi's Dream of a Butterfly

In that timeless, boundless place, there exists an astonishing structure—a dreamlike mirage woven from golden threads, seemingly without end, infinitely high and infinitely wide.

Above the mirage, golden trees grew one after another, their branches and leaves lush and each leaf shimmering with golden light. These golden trees hung down with abundant golden fruits, as dazzling as stars in the night sky.

At the very center of the mirage's base stood a colossal bed, seemingly paved with countless stars, radiating a mysterious and enchanting glow. Loran lay comfortably on this bed, a faint smile playing on his lips, as if he were having a sweet dream.

Just then, a golden fruit, swollen to its limit, silently fell with a loud "bang." The sound echoed in the tranquil space, as if breaking some kind of balance. Immediately afterward, the golden fruit split open, like an egg hatching, and a golden ancient snake emerged from it.

This ancient serpent was entirely golden, its scales shimmering with a mysterious light. Its eyes, like deep black holes, exuded an ancient and enigmatic aura. The serpent flicked its black forked tongue, which resembled an abyss, and hissed, as if exploring the world around it.

Then, the ancient serpent, following the golden thread connecting the mirage, swiftly vanished into the void like a ghost, disappearing from sight. Its destination was a world overflowing with Nirvana Corpses, a place filled with the stench of death and decay.

With the help of 'Karma', the golden serpent broke through the barriers of the void and the interception of time, diving into the origin of the world. Here, a blue butterfly, similar to those in the abyss of the quick transmigration game, was fluttering its wings and quietly dancing.

However, this butterfly is obviously not as big as the one in the Quick Transmigration game. The butterfly in the Quick Transmigration game is as big as a house, while this butterfly is only the size of an ordinary butterfly in the wilderness.

Suddenly, it seemed as if it sensed some immense danger approaching. The butterfly also seemed to sense this threat; its form became blurred, appearing and disappearing as if it might vanish from this primordial land at any moment.

However, the golden serpent did not pause at all. It pounced at an astonishing speed, opened its mouth like a bottomless abyss, and swallowed the butterfly whole without hesitation.

All of this happened so quickly, catching everyone off guard. The azure butterfly was swallowed by the golden serpent and disappeared into its belly.

Surprisingly, the ancient snake did not stop moving after swallowing the butterfly. It began to tremble violently, and the scales on its body shimmered with an eerie light, as if it were undergoing a metamorphosis.

As time passed, the ancient serpent's outer skin gradually peeled away, revealing a pale, star-studded veil that shimmered faintly, as mysterious and beautiful as a nebula in the universe.

As the last skin peeled away, a completely new ancient serpent was revealed. Its scales were more dazzling than before, with dreamlike colors flowing across them, as if containing endless mysteries. Its eyes, like mithril, emitted a cold and profound light, revealing an indescribable majesty.

This ancient snake, after shedding its skin, appeared as if reborn, emerging from the depths of this world in a completely new form, exuding a chilling aura.

After the ancient snake finished shedding its skin, Loran, deep within the Mirage of Myriad Realms, rolled over in bed, muttering in her sleep, "...ate another one."

The ancient snake, having completed its molt, turned and bit its own tail, transforming into a ring representing infinity. As the ring rotated, the entire world began to enter into its rhythm. If a transmigrator were to arrive in this world, they would find that their own system could no longer contact the transmigration organization behind them.

From this day forward, this world will forever become a graveyard for transmigrators; no matter how many come, they will all perish.

Loran's true blood permeates all the major transmigration organizations. After a long period of infiltration, he also infiltrated some of their higher-ups and learned about the root of these organizations—the Azure Butterfly. Yes, the immense power that allows every transmigration organization to manipulate time and revolve the sun and moon originates from a butterfly that exists between dreams and reality.

Those retail investors who quickly transmigrate are nothing more than inheriting the legacy of a ghostly blue butterfly.

Loran was very curious about what kind of butterfly it was and why it could transform the power of its flapping wings into the original driving force for change in the world.